Mercer's Poems
Fluid Pain Relief

Drifting slowly, slithery like a serpentine false angel
of our dark and dreary night.
I feel it, intravenous, dousing my veins
of the fires of burning sin, 
Coursing through the stream.
The feeling it doth drown me like a thousand seas
and like I do drown myself with daemon water.
Drowsily I do drink my dear department, 
an addict of a necessary vice.
And lo, as the liquid villain
 embezzles my soul
like a devil of deep and cavernous grounds, 
I have no control.
So I shall swallow this carrion bile 
Till all weight of mine own and others
Doth rise from my shoulders.